The Russellville Democrat. [volume] (Russellville, Ark.) 1875-1898, 1887-09-07

-four letters With which 10 spell out that
height and depth, and length, and breadth,
and magnitude, and eternity of meaning,
you would, with streaming eyes, and
trembling voices, and agitated hand, write
II out in those four living capitals, home.
What right does woman want that is
grander than to be queen in such realm
Why, the eagles of Heaven can not fly
across that dominion. Horses, painting
and with lathered TANKS, are not swift
enough to run to the outpost of that realm.
They say that the sun never sets upon the
English empire; but have to tell you that
on this realm Of woman's influence eternity
never marks any bound. Isabella fed
from the Spanish throne pursued by the
nations anathema; but she who is queen
In home will never lose her throne, and
death itself will only be the annexation Of
heavenly principalities.
When you want to get your grandest
idea of queen, you do not think of Cath
crime of Russia, or Anne of England, or
Marie Theresa of Germany; but when
you want to get your grandest
idea OF queen, you think OF
the plain woman who sat
opposite your father at the table, or walked
with him arm in arm down life's pathway;
sometimes to the thanksgiving banquet,
sometimes to the grave, but alwayssto-
gether-soothing your petty griefs, tsSj.
recting your childish waywardness, tosds
ing in your infantle sports, listening 10
your evening prayers, toiling for you with
needle, or at the spinning-wheel, and ON
cold nights wrapping you up snug and
warm. And then at last ON that day when
she lay in the back room dying, and you
saw her take those thin hands with which
she toiled for you so long, and put them to-
gether in dying prayer that commended
you to the God whom she taught you to
trust-O, she was the queen! The chariots
of God came down to fetch her: and as she
went in all heaven rose up. You can not
think of her now without rush of tender
ness that stirs the deep foundations Of
your soul, and you feel rs
much child again as when you
cried on her lap; and If you could bring
her back again to speak just once more
your name, as tenderly as she used to
speak it, you would be willing to throw
yourself on the ground and kiss the sod
that covers her, crying, "Motherl
mother!" All, she was the queen-she was
the queen. Now, can you tell me how
many thousand miles a woman like that
to the ballot-box? Compared with this
work of training kings and queens for
God and eternity, how insignificant
seems all this work of voting for aldermen,
and common councilmen, and sheriffs, and
constables, and mayors, and presidents.
To make such a grand woman as have
described, how many thousands
would you want of those people
who go in the round of godlessness, and
fashion, and dissipation, distorting
their body until in their monstros-
tiles they seem to Guido the dromedary
and hippopotamus going as far toward
disgraceful apparel as they dare go, SO as
not to be arrested of the police-their be-
haviour a sorrow to the good and a car.
feature of the vicious, and an insult to
that God who made them women and not
gorgons; and tramping on, down through
frivolous and dssipated life, to temporal
and eternal damnation.
o, woman, with the lightning Of your
soul, strike dead at your feet all these al.
lurements to dissipation and to fashion.
Your immortal soul can not be fed upon
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